It was a peaceful day outside with many people traveling through the westlands but deeper in these lands, there was a human village that lived alongside a few tiny fairies in unison. The soil was forever green thanks to them while the humans gave them protection and a home. Such a village fostered for decades in peace until this daring day...
THUD THUD THUD THUD
The houses and fairies across the village shook as earthquakes made walls crumble and everyone swirled in panic. A shadow loomed, guards stormed outside. There was no survivor. The culprit was a frost giant who sought to wander outside and assault desolated villages. It was the perfect place to use her size and strength.
Henceforth, Marah had free chance to do whatever she wanted. She stomped and crushed many people, devoured families and broke many structures under her weight, bo knight or mage was capable enough to halt her.. not that they expected a giant of fairy tales to appear around here. She was a giant woman with blue/grey skin covered in tattoos, her humanoid build was a mix of fat and muscles but she carried a god-like beauty nonetheless. She felt superior than anyone around, she was the better human in her mind and anyone small than her was food or a bug.
After the village was battered enough. She moved to the one nearby; the small place of the fairy. Truth be told, that village was as large as the palm of her hand if not twice smaller than it. Thus, she curled her fingers around the village, tearing it apart from the ground only for it to become her last meal in one gulp.
She sat on ground near the ruins of what she sowed, relaxing with her hands on her belly. She lingered there as if she owned the place. It's good to mention that all her movements were slow to let people panic, she looked like she enjoyed seeing lessers suffer! Who could stop her?
THUD THUD THUD THUD
The houses and fairies across the village shook as earthquakes made walls crumble and everyone swirled in panic. A shadow loomed, guards stormed outside. There was no survivor. The culprit was a frost giant who sought to wander outside and assault desolated villages. It was the perfect place to use her size and strength.
Henceforth, Marah had free chance to do whatever she wanted. She stomped and crushed many people, devoured families and broke many structures under her weight, bo knight or mage was capable enough to halt her.. not that they expected a giant of fairy tales to appear around here. She was a giant woman with blue/grey skin covered in tattoos, her humanoid build was a mix of fat and muscles but she carried a god-like beauty nonetheless. She felt superior than anyone around, she was the better human in her mind and anyone small than her was food or a bug.
After the village was battered enough. She moved to the one nearby; the small place of the fairy. Truth be told, that village was as large as the palm of her hand if not twice smaller than it. Thus, she curled her fingers around the village, tearing it apart from the ground only for it to become her last meal in one gulp.
She sat on ground near the ruins of what she sowed, relaxing with her hands on her belly. She lingered there as if she owned the place. It's good to mention that all her movements were slow to let people panic, she looked like she enjoyed seeing lessers suffer! Who could stop her?